Gather four ordinary people and have them decide to put someone to death.
Simply watch this group decide who will die and why.
Choosing the victim is going to be hard:
The four of them looked uneasy; each of them tensed by the decision at hand.
“You know, I think it should be poor Billy who dies.” John was the first to speak.
“The little boy with cancer?” Grace muttered in shock. “Why not kill his mum? She is the one who will have the pain of surviving.” She had started with sarcasm but had presented a valid point.
“No, I agree with John. You would be sparing Billy’s pain as he gets worse.” stated Beatrice.
“But who’s to say he gets HIS pain spared?” rebutted Grace
“Well…we are!” said John
“Exactly, WE are.” stressed Grace.
John looked over to Grace, “Are you saying you don’t agree?”
“That’s exactly what I am saying. Suppose we kill a murder or criminal. Make the world a better place with the death. Not take away those who brighten it, even in their last days.” Grace tried to sound hopeful.
“But who’s to say which crime is the worst?” Beatrice was trying to keep up.
“Well…we are. Doesn’t have to be the worst, just one less is sufficient reason enough don’t you think?” asked John.
“I don’t.” This was the first time Archer spoke.
“Do you agree on the theory of sparing pain?”
“I don’t.” repeated Archer.
They all rolled their eyes and sighed as they seemed to be making progress.
“Then what is your theory?” questioned John.
“Perhaps we take a life before it has officially begun. “
“Are you suggesting we kill a baby?” Grace questioned, this time in total shock.
“Well it isn’t any more far-fetched then each of your ideas. Abortions happen every day. A newborn doesn’t even know it has a life. Taking it away would cause less of an impact.” Archer’s mind seemed to be elsewhere.
“It’s true. You can’t kill someone without making a rift in the universe. We are playing god.” stated John as the weight of this decision was becoming more apparent.
“Not a very fun game if you ask me.” Beatrice blushed. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“But a newborn? Is there not a family?” Grace questioned ignoring Beatrice’s remark.
“There wouldn’t be. Perhaps an orphan. We would spare their pain and who knows, it might make the world a better place.” Archer tried to sound enthusiastic.
“Exactly, WHO knows? What if they are the next president?” Grace asked in final attempts of opposing this theory.
“We know. Billy, his mum, the criminal, all of these lives could have been avoided had they been killed as a newborn. Catch things before they start.” Archer was trying to convince himself more than them.
“How do we know which newborn?” Beatrice asked.
Archer spoke with decisiveness in his voice. “One who is an orphan and sick; the more insurance that we are doing the right thing.”
“I think it’s a little late to be worrying about the right thing.” Beatrice was starting to feel sick.
“Then its agreed.” said John.
“Yes, I suppose it its.” Archer muttered with a hint of bittersweet in his voice and a tear in his eye.
They all look at Archer. For the newborn is his niece. His sister and her husband had just died in a car crash. Their three month old daughter with cerebral palsy lived. It would be as if she had died in the car too.
Fast in my car!
My real name is an infinitesimal notion, shielded protected.
Yesterday my name was a constitution of incandescent love.
Today my name is an apocalypse of the heart that eclipses the soul.
Tomorrow my name will be a mausoleum in which the demons lie.
I will chant a somniferous melody, put them to rest and transcend
the darkness to perch beside my mate.
Today while doing our nails there was a movie playing on the screen, they had three screens playing HBO and STARZ and we were trying to guess what movie was playing. It had Jennifer Aniston in it, so my moms friend guessed horrible bosses and I was like “no impossible that movie playing is old” and they asked “how do you know” to which I responded that with the camera quality and style of filming I’m guessing 90s or very very early 2000. (The media production degree starting to show) Her friend responded that sometimes they make movies to look old. I had to prove I was right so naturally I imdbed it. (Have the app on my phone) It was office space made in 1999. I refrained myself from bowing because of my awesomeness. You’re really going to argue that with me, trust me I may not be making films due to certain life limitations but all my time watching tv and movies are not a waste. However a friend of mine did point out that I was lame for not having already known it was office space…eh to each their own ;)